Letter from the Past

June 28- 1990

Dear Tallulah,

Daiquiri, here we are having a Cuba Libre. Cheers!
It’s a lovely sunny day and we realize that it takes two of us to write you a letter…Really we wish we were all together on good old WRECK BEACH, laughing nude by the sea, watching the dazzling sun-struck parade of randy virgins… Puffing the hookah to the rhythm of tinkling ice cubes.

HOT TOWN SUMMER IN THE CITY…

We thought about you over a morning cup of coffee at the local – Greasy Spoon Café – so we rushed home, poured drinks, got into the computer and here we go…
One rainy night this past winter we met by chance (after all our nights of glamour) on the Victoria Coach, - the Bus!!! … Can anyone tell that we are world famous poets?Hah ! We reminisced how you entertain all with your impeccable Marilyn Monroe impersonation and the good-humored strip-tease act. No one guessed you were a man until that inebriated night when you overlooked your bird-seed boobs, your gorgeous wig askew, and your maleness badly tucked…
We were young then, we lived high, walking on a tight-rope to paradise, no obstacles would prevent our climb, Academy Awards glittered on the horizon… And while we waited for fame and fortune we mixed Strawberry-Frozen-Daiquiris and passed again the hookah… Yes it was divine, delicious, delightful, marvelous, miraculous and magnificent… Let’s call for another round of youth!
At the hotel where we are presently, unwillingly engaged as elegant slaves (banquet servers) at the price of Rubies, Blues and Champagne we ran into Miss Lovey, Miss Lovey discarded her leopard-skin exotic dancer costume, she now starrs in the long-running musical hit AIN’T MISBEHAVING and sings Gospels, upon recognizing us she shouted from the stage “GIRRL!!!” Where’s that MISS WILD DAIQUIRI… Could you hear in LA?
WindSang Galleons blown across the sealike a dream…Handsome Pirates light as dolphinsSeagulls calling…MagicNothing but…